I saw the rod-eye cross and murder circle above my turretSlither spiraling banister down a hideMy ruby glass glazed specs staple to trade the market thievesWhere vendors cop the stolen citrus out they pyramidsMerry without a slapstick mavericks plugged directly to 3rd rail surgesPiss on electric mayhem through city commuter circuitsOooh child, raises oddity, son of a circus side show freakPertinent to the slide show, the wino's leak but I won't speakInfected projection hung thicken the airPunching is burning plastics upon whiffing the nasal cringesPucker another 60-second lapse while 60 stars collapse the suckersAnd I'm reborn every time the wine metamorphs back to water, my godSweet Christ crucify me with rail road spikesUse my skull to bash them all in, gather sit and grin, weaveAll fair the most serene communication's pageantWhere sitting with a stranger and living awards the badgesI spell Marry with my name stitched on my heritageIncinerate arrogant simpletons to feed my cherished windBuried in leagues a please, thank you, pardon, excuse meYour welcome, may I? Ohh, I'd like to nod but no you may notLet's take a deep breath, naw let's take a breathNaw let's take, naw let's aaah shit, well I guess that about says itMaybe I'll craft the sycamore canoe and paddle upstreamWhere the luck seems to reflect precious lovely interventions

Chorus:

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yoursFor kicking your fantasies overboardI mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversionAnd if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirsFor breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairsI mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversionAnd if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

Verse Two:

You ever died a thousand deaths? I haveAnd in the morrow stood a thousand steps from where my nourish laughedAnd made a boat at, nomad, I roam in a social comaJones and behome alone days sink how my poems IDig in the dirt I bring up the earth like pulley systemsThereby painting the perfect metaphor for hung juriesStrung along a song of spawning thorns of furyNumb the anti-add-alarm before he recognized this worries meCarpet by my spearheading fink-eye berettaWalk my line, now what? Now strut that little poison combineY'all call natural, in honesty promise me twenty thousand salami linksAnd dive and finding my thriving ivy leaves climbing up the pit fallLack of most lords aboard, heroes unsung heroes unbrung rewardsYo if I flutter in a trouble clutch then I dance fancy forwardLike park children double dutching ropes in burning city summersMy wing span can and will employ full expansionUnfolding while lamping at home with my hands spanning for goldTold them the roof was on fire, when that structure burned to ashesAll y'all saw was Aesop Rock holding an empty book of matchesMaybe I'll sit until the spilling motors clearMaybe I'll sit and stroke my billie goat beardAnd rethink the time angels appear, maybe I won'tBundled in my humble little plummetNumb enough to die those thousand deaths under the sun it makes me sick

Chorus:

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yoursFor kicking your fantasies overboardI mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversionAnd if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirsFor breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairsI mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversionAnd if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for you and yoursFor kicking your fantasies overboardI mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversionAnd if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed

I have died a thousand deaths, and I apologize for them and theirsFor breaking down their ropes, ladders and stairsI mean I'm only one servant, ayo one hell of a diversionAnd if the masses have agreed to split the sea then let it bleed